The day before my furniture was supposed to arrive, I was busily in my office at CMU, assembling my new office IKEA couch while waiting for students to show up for office hours. I was just pulling out the giant metal rods that make up the frame of the couch when they slipped out of hand and crashed down onto my foot. Specifically my big toe. I let out a loud holler, which drew the Ph.D. students in the lab into my office, where I’d fallen on the ground. They fetched me ice packs and after applying them, I limped through the rest of my day—including still teaching a class. I went to Emergency Services after class was over to have my foot x-rayed. Thankfully, nothing was broken.
The next day I was still hurting but finally, finally, the POD with my furniture arrived.
I was fortunate that there was a spot on my street for it. I’d been worried for days about that. But it wasn’t until Friday that movers came to help me move everything into the house.
A lot of my furniture got fucked up in the POD. (You can see the rip on my leather chair’s arm above.) And some got fucked up moving in. But at least it was here. A week late, but here.
My parents drove up from Maryland to help me unpack and put up curtains and the like. By the end of Saturday, most of the first floor was in very good shape.
With my parents and the familiar furniture here, my dog was happier than I’d seen her since we left San Francisco.